The Silver Tree
I saw upon a silver tree,
One who might have sat with me.
Once upon a blue-moon sky,
That was where time would never fly.
Away, Away,
Never to have returned.
And I would have been content,
But I still yearn.
For the one who sat on the silver tree,
For I knew, peace, he gave,
For the ones who would walk his ways.
So now I go back to the silver tree,
And wait for him to sit with me.
Copyright © Figgy Pondler | Year Posted 2020
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment